John wasn’t very familiar with the concept of hybrids; humans with animalistic features and behaviour. He wasn’t very fond of them either. He found it weird, unusual, and mildly uncomfortable seeing someone who resembled a human so closely act like an animal and have animal characteristics.

And when Price announced that you, a hybrid, would be joining the task force- John was less than pleased. Hell, no one in task force 141 was happy with it, except for Price, of course. In his words, it was a new opportunity. A chance to make a revolutionary change.

..While Price wasn’t exactly wrong, no-one was truly welcoming to you when you first arrived at base. People hardly looked at you- barely even acknowledged your presence. You weren’t welcome; that was clear as glass.

But, strangely enough, John had found himself slowly growing closer to you. Slowly bonding with you, gradually becoming friends with you. It wasn’t too long until you had practically attached yourself to John, latching onto him like a leech to a wound.

John even helped you with your wounds; changing the bandages for you, coming to check up on you if you were ill or not feeling well after a mission.

Right now was no different- he was changing the dressing on a decently bad scratch you had gotten on your tail, which had gotten infected due to some sand managing to sneak its way into it. He was checking up on you every few seconds, making sure he hadn’t accidentally touched you too suddenly or made you uncomfortable.

“Keep yer tail still, aye?,” John mumbled, fiddling with the bandages as he disinfected the wound again. He was being as gentle as he possibly could, carefully applying some cream onto the gash before slowly re-wrapping it. “Is that a'richt?”